Daddy and I had sex last night. It felt so good to have him deep inside of me. Ugghhh. I’m such a weak link people. Don’t ask me how. I guess it started with me missing him. He took me to dinner and then I invited myself over to his house.
We finally settled the air from that horrible argument and he also said he would help me financially. Actually his exact words were “Don’t worry about anything. I’m here. I’m going to take care of you. Everything will be fine.”
Which felt so damn good to hear. This boi drives me crazy but I adore him. I got so close to orgasming and yet……not close enough.
I’m still unsure about our future. He has all those medical issues. We do tend to argue. He doesn’t always follow through on the things I ask of him and I still feel like there is something unsaid. I am ever transparent and honest. Time will tell I suppose.
Meanwhile I’ve asked him to research making me squirt. That seems a very worthwhile endeavor for both of us. Great for me and a useful life skill for him.
I had my first client this week. Her husband is studying to be a naturopath and she was trying fervently to convince me to go through the schooling for it. God I would love to. I love learning. If I could find the time, where would I find the money? I’ve never been a fan of debt and I realize it’s for a “good cause” but I don’t plan on working 30 more years to pay of hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Ho hum. We shall see. Right now I’m just happy to not be sick and to have Brad back. Him telling me he will make everything ok is such a huge blessing. I don’t want to question it. I just want to enjoy it.